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HI DOM ILY
Omg!! ILY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND! How are you?!?
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Here is my first requested song fic from my Spotify playlist! I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted it done a very specific way and it took a few rewrites 😮💨 But anyway, this is for @hellotvshowtrash who wanted a Wanda fic with the song Rescue by Lauren Daigle ❤️ Hope you enjoy it love!
If you want to request a song from the playlist you can find it here 😊
You Are Not Alone
You are not hidden
There's never been a moment
You were forgotten
You are not hopeless
Though you have been broken
Your innocence stolen
Wanda had been your best friend since you were children. You families having lived in the same building, and having suffered similar losses due to the Stark missile. You were slightly younger than her and Pietro, so they took you in when the three of you lost your parents. If you thought you had been close before that was nothing compared to how you were after. So, it was even more of a blow to you when Piet and Wanda left to do those trial experiments for Hydra. That was the first time in your life you were truly alone. The years passed and while you moved on as best as you could and made a life for yourself, you still thought of them every day, even more when you saw Sokovia, your old home, and your best friends on the news, fighting for their lives and the lives of innocent people, alongside the Avengers.
I hear you whisper underneath your breath
I hear your SOS, your SOS
I will send out an army to find you
In the middle of the darkest night
It's true, I will rescue you
It was almost like you felt it in your gut when Pietro was killed. And if you felt it, you couldn’t even imagine how devastated Wanda must have felt. You had to find her, had to go to your best friend. It didn’t matter that it had been years. Didn’t matter that you felt abandoned when they left. She needed you and you would go to her, you had to.
There is no distance
That cannot be covered
Over and over
You're not defenseless
I'll be your shelter
I'll be your armor
It took you a week to get to her. You hardly slept. Hardly ate. But every step was one closer. Finally, you arrived at what was designated the Avengers Compound. You could tell she was here. You always had this sixth sense for where the twins were. It helped you cheat playing hide and seek as a child and you thanked whatever God or Goddess was listening for it now. You started to make your way inside only to be stopped by security. You didn’t have an appointment, and no one knew who you were except Wanda, who was locked in her room. But then there was Vision. He didn’t need to look at you long to know the connection you had to Wanda and Pietro. He called off the guards and brought you to her room, thanking you for coming in a gentle voice before resuming his previous task, leaving you alone to finally see your best friend again after all this time.
I hear the whisper underneath your breath
I hear you whisper; you have nothing left
I will send out an army to find you
In the middle of the darkest night
It's true, I will rescue you
I will never stop marching to reach you
In the middle of the hardest fight
It's true, I will rescue you
You could hear the soft sniffles that indicated she had been crying but trying to hide it. You gently knocked then pushed the door open. Wanda’s eyes drifted up from her hands in her lap to meet your own before she was off her bed and in your arms. It had been years, yet it felt like minutes since you last held each other. You were both bigger now and both had seen so much more of the world. You each had your fair share of joy and trauma. But you were together again. Together after a gut-wrenching loss. Just like all those years ago. Back then, it felt like Wanda and Pietro had rescued you. Now it was your turn to rescue her.
Oh, I will rescue you
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You’re a GENIUS I DIDNT EVEN SEE THEM 🤤
I’m a slut for hands 🤷🏻♀️
I'm that type of person that notices the little things like half the time. The first thing I see, I hyperfixate on it, like a lot. I saw the hands, and I just focused solely on the hands cause, OH MY GOD THE HANDS. I'm just obsessed for no particular reason
it's always the tiny little things you occasionally notice and just go all wide eye. like fuck, what gave him the right to do me like this? literally nothing
I dunno, there's something about hands...
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Thanks for the tag @ghostofskywalker ❤️❤️
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Flavor: Chocolate
Favorite Music: So many different things and it changes all the time, but right now it’s been a lot of old 5 Second of Summer
Favorite Series: Agent Carter is for sure up there, and I’ve been watching What We Do In The Shadows lately which I’ve also been LOVING
Last Song: Cross Me, Es Sheeran and Chance the Rapper lol
Last Movie: Maybe Bullet Train? I’ve been very busy with school so I haven’t had a TON of time to watch anything new lately…
Currently Reading: A book about wacky past motor races
Currently Watching: What We Do In The Shadows
Currently Working On: A very fun Daniel Sousa request from one of my absolute favorite people (who also tagged me in this 👀❤️)
Tagging (no pressure): @hellotvshowtrash @auroracalisto @madame-fear @bandshirts-andbooks and anyone else who wants to do it!!
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hello! welcome to imaginareyparties’s eight crazy nights! grab a dreidel and some latkes, because i’m going to be doing a sleepover all hanukkah long!
[01] basic info
when | sun. dec. 18 at 4:00 pm ct - mon. dec. 26 at 4:00 pm ct
who | anyone is allowed to participate! you don’t have to follow me and it’s totally valid to stay on anon.
[02] guidelines
asks can be fluff, angst, whump, etc. i don’t post 18+ content on this blog, so the steamiest you’ll get is something pg-13 ish.
i will only write for adult characters with adult characters (we could maybe talk if the relationship is platonic but still, assume adults).
i’ll write for pretty much any mcu character (that isn’t a nazi) and any ship that doesn’t involve minors!
i’d especially appreciate asks that are about hanukkah or aren’t about christmas. i’ll fill christmas prompts to the best of my ability, but i’m hoping this event will be a little bit of a respite from all the christmas content that’s everywhere on my dash this time of year. thank you in advance for your understanding <3
[03] ask formats
💙 | dreidel drabbles
drabbles - send me a dialogue or song lyric prompt + a character or ship you wanna see it with! (ex. bucky + “put on your yarmulke, it’s time for hanukkah”). for my own sanity i’m gonna limit it to 1k words or less per drabble.
🔥| shamash ships
ships - send me some info about you (will be posted publicly) and i’ll set you up with an mcu character to break your heart (please specify gender preferences)
🕎 | hannukiah headcanons
headcanons - send me a character or ship and i’ll tell you some headcanons i have for them (optional: add a prompt to get my creative juices flowing).
✨ | gelt-y pleasures
ask me anything - if you have ever wondered anything about me now is your chance to ask! could be fmk, or something about my fics, or really anything else!
🔨 | maccabee moodboards
moodboards - send me a concept (ex. stucky art museum date, namor + dark academia, a fic you’ve written) and i will make you a 3x3 moodboard!
i’ll be tagging everything with #ip8nights
tagging some moots i’d like to beat at dreidel:
@foreverindreamlandd @sweetascanbee @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare @traitorjoelite @aphrogeneias @auroracalisto @hellotvshowtrash @tripleyeeet @treatbuckywkisses @lunar-month-library @real-jane @thornsnvultures @jadedvibes @buckyshairography @sanguineterrain @sweetdreamsbuck @blushstories @bubbly-moonwarrior
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Those who are left behind
Summary: Steve finds a connection while helping as a volunteer at Hawkins High
Pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or pre-romantic)
Warnings: mentions of death and mourning
Words: 1k
A/N: Hey, I hope you like this! I had fun writing it so yeah... sorry if it's a bit sad tho :D
Tags: @hellotvshowtrash @yn-ymn-yln @auroracalisto
Steve had been folding clothes for what it felt like forever. The moment he finished one pile, another appeared in a neverending cycle. He was more than surprised by how many clothes people could spare the moment disaster happened.
At some point, as he folded an oversized shirt or some worn jeans, his mind wandered off, haunting him with visions of everything that had happened in the last few days.
He wished he could help more, that he could do something more than folding clothes and occasionaly sewing holes in socks. He wanted to go back in time to stop all that destruction and pain, fix everything that went wrong...
And save those who got hurt, he thought, closing his fists around the fabric of a shirt.
"Hey, you alright?"
A voice coming from the side made Steve turn around toward Y/N. They started helping in the "clothes and toys" section the previous day, around the same time he did, but Steve knew them long before that day.
Steve used to sit behind them in biology class and, when he wasn't talking behind the teacher's back, he looked in a weird, bored awe at how neatly and closely they took notes. However, they had never spoken to each other before this.
"Not really, no" Steve scoffed, quickly folding the shirt as he tried to iron the creases that had appeared on it.
Y/N nodded, going back to sorting the different clothes by size and age. Then, eyeing carefully Steve, they asked softly: "Have you lost someone in the earthquake?"
"It wasn't-" Steve stopped as those words left his mouth. Of course they didn't know what really happened. They didn't know Hawkins – if not the entire world – was about to change.
No one did.
Except him and a bunch of highschool kids.
"Yes. Yes, I... I did." He nodded slowly, his eyes stuck on the printed logo of the shirt he had just put to the side. "We did."
"We?"
"My friends and I. We... we lost a friend," he murmured. "A good friend."
"I'm sorry for your loss." They paused for a good minute. "I know how hard it is to lose someone."
Steve glanced at Y/N. "Did you lose someone as well?"
"Not yesterday, no." They shook their head, fidgeting with a ring on their middle finger. "I lost my grandma, five years ago. And I know it's not the same: your wound is still new, mine had a while more to heal; but sometimes my heart aches because I can't run to her and tell her what good or bad happened to me during the day."
For a moment they stopped moving, clenching their hands to their chest, breathing slowly in and out.
"Sometimes I just wish I could hug her one last time, tell her how much I love her and just... you know... exist there with her, for a little while longer."
Y/N raised their eyes from their hands and found Steve staring at them, eyes wide and speechless. They quickly lowered them, passing a hand through their hair.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel worse with my words..."
"It's okay." Steve cut them off with a joyless smile. "I understand all too well what you're saying."
Silence fell again and the two went back to their jobs, a synchronised and perfectly working machine made up by two broken souls.
Then Y/N spoke again.
"You don't have to answer me but... how did they die?"
Steve considered ignoring the question. He hadn't really talked about it with anyone else outside the group and he wasn't sure what to say or how to say it.
But the need to tell someone else, someone who could understand, was stronger than his doubts.
"He died saving us, that fucking idiot..." He scoffed, shaking his head. "As if him dying a hero would make his loss any easier..."
He took a deep breath and he felt his throat burn with the sensation that anticipates tears.
"Does it ever get better? The weight... does it ever ease?"
He knew how he sounded: desperate, like a beggar or a dying man begging for Death to either take him or let him be.
He expected pity but there was none in Y/N's eyes. Just recognition. They understood.
"It needs time. A lot of time. And just as much patience. But it does. It gets to a point where the pain of losing them and the joy for having known them mix, and thinking about them doesn't feel so..."
"Heavy?"
Y/N nodded. "There will still be bad times though, and their absence will feel like drowning in a cup of water... and no matter how much time passes, it still hits like a fucking truck."
"Wow," Steve scoffed again, this time with more light in his eyes. "Is this supposed to make me feel hopeful or scared for my life?"
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry..." Y/N covered their face with a teddy bear they were putting away. "I didn't mean to sound so pessimistic..."
"You didn't." Steve laughed softly. It had been a while and that sound felt weird on his lips, however it fit just as it used to. "You were just realistic. And I was trying to be funny and deflect my grief." He shook his shoulders. "Didn't work that well..."
Y/N nodded, a small smile on their lips. "At least you folded that shirt like a pro."
Another scoff as Steve passed them the shirt. "Thanks? After all, this could be my vocation."
Y/N raised their eyebrow. "What?"
"Being a housewife."
They unexpectedly broke out into laughter, leaving Steve slightly taken aback. That sound was strangely soothing and warm to his ears.
"Yeah" Y/N nodded, "I can totally see you wearing an apron!"
It was Steve's turn to laugh now and when they got back to their respective jobs, he knew something had switched. In him and between them, and despite the pain still there, he couldn't help but smile at the new-found connection.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington imagine#stranger things#stranger things s4#st4
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Author's Choice
A/N: Hi yall. I know I haven't been around. I've been busy and then I got stuck.
This is an incomplete WIP. I'm not sure if ill finish it but I'm posting it in an attempt to either let it go or get more momentum. there are several more and I probably will be posting all of them or at least a "concept" post for them.
A/N#2: I tried/planned a whumptober series as I'm sure some of you remember (I think I posted about it?) I was on a major SoC kick since I had just read the books. Not all of them were SoC but most of them were. This is a part of that series. Enjoy!
Taglist: feel free to ask to be added or removed
@imgoingtofreakoutnow @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @transgendercannibal @xxwritemeastoryxx @hellotvshowtrash @dizzydancingdreamer
The first thing Kaz noticed as he walked into the kitchen of the Slat was he was the last one awake, which was strange because it was 6:30 in the morning and he was always up first with the occasional exception of Inej. The second thing Kaz noticed was it was quiet; too quiet. And the third and most concerning thing that Kaz noticed was the behavior of his Crows. Matthias was practically cradling Nina who was staring silently at Jesper. Her eyes were worried and calculated, never straying from his face. Directly across from them pressed into Jesper’s side was Wylan. He had a paper in his hand eyes darting between Jesper and the page. His hands shook as he mouthed words that were read out to him. He was doing it with such intensity that Kaz would have thought someone’s life depended on it. Silently moving around the others seemly trying to keep herself moving was Inej making waffles. But what was most unnerving was Jesper, sitting at the table completely silent staring blankly at his hands as if he couldn’t puzzle out what they were.
Kaz never wastes breath on empty words “What’s going on?”
Inej didn’t falter as she shoved a cup of coffee into his hands still hot but the perfect temperature to chug at any moment.
“Jes had a nightmare” was all she said, voice clipped.
“It wasn’t a nightmare,” Jesper said quietly as he rose. Kaz seemingly snapped him out of his stupor.
“it was just a really weird dream” He claimed, eyes wandering before finally landing on the coffee behind Inej. Wylan’s eyes latched onto him. These were the first words he had said since he woke up, all morning. Not that Kaz knew that. Jesper slept a floor below him and while the walls in the Slat were thin, the floors weren’t, save for the vents.
“I’d call it a nightmare,” said Wylan, His voice unsteady and quiet as if afraid to startle the Zemini boy. “You were screaming”
Jesper poured himself a cup of coffee, adding more sugar than cream. His back faced his boyfriend. He visibly tensed at his lover’s words, shoulders creeping up as if trying to protect him from something he couldn’t see. But he turned around with Inej’s plate of waffles, smiling bright and unaffected, “Who wants waffles?”
He asked warmly and placed the stack on the table, possibly more roughly than he would have any other day. He sat down and helped himself to the fluffy food. Everyone dug in.
It wasn’t complete silence. The Dregs start to wake with the rising sun. Members come down the stairs and leave into the cold of the early winter to find warm food to fill their bellies.
The kitchen in the Slat wasn’t big enough to feed the whole gang. Kaz and his Crows were the only ones who ever actually ate within the uneven building. A symbol to the other members, of who was in Kaz’s elite, despite Kaz denying up and down he didn’t pick favorites. The city streets crawl alive outside the doors. It was quiet for a few moments before the gruff of Kaz’s voice rumbled in the silence.
“What was the dream?” Kaz prompted, unreadable like any other day but seemingly interested in the topic of conversation as he sat across from Jesper. Inej is at his left. His cane pressed against her leg.
Jesper shook his head but Kaz took notice of how, he glanced up but wouldn’t meet his eyes. His shoulders curling in on him again, having loosened up while he was eating,
“It was some freaky dream about a dead kid, begging me to give a message to his brother,” Jesper said nonchalantly shoving more waffles in his mouth, not wanting to answer more questions. Jesper hated the dream. Hated that it plagued him every night. Hated that he woke up screaming this time. He hated the gnawing growing pit in his stomach that wouldn’t leave for hours every morning. The damn thing was making him lose his appetite and his sleep. If this continued much longer it would start affecting his shot, and make him unsteady. Kaz would not be too pleased with that. So despite nausea, ignoring the bile that rose up his throat at the sickly sweet syrup contrasting with the bitter acidic coffee and the waffles that swelled in his stomach, Jesper force-fed himself, having learned the danger of not eating, the hard way, on a job a few years back. And every night he pressed himself as tightly as he could into Wylan, begging, hoping, and praying, to whatever saint or god had mercy, he might sleep soundly that night.
“This is what he was writing” Wylan’s voice cut through Jesper’s thoughts causing his sinking dread and anxiety to deepen as the Merchling handed the paper to Kaz.
“Nina read it out to me. I had to grab his hands to get him to stop,” he explained his voice low to keep his voice steady but Wylan’s eyes betrayed his fear. Kaz took the paper from him and read the words in Jesper’s panicked and chaotic scrawl.
I’m sorry I failed you. I love you. I’m watching you from above.
What the Hell? Kaz thought. The words were repeated over and over again getting more frantic as they travel down the page.
“And what is this?” Kaz said interrogatively looking at his best friend.
Jesper swallowed around the lump in his throat, “It was what he said” Jesper murmured. His eyes flickered to Kaz’s face, “The kid. The message. That’s what he said.”
He maintained his façade of being unaffected but he still wouldn’t look Kaz in the eyes. Kaz's eyes flicked back and forth around his face before addressing the room.
“We have a job tomorrow. Do what you need to do today. We’ll discuss the plan later,” Kaz said authoritatively rising from his seat and heading towards the entrance. Swiftly the rest of the crows rose to go on about their day. Jesper followed sticking close to Kaz, body drifting into autopilot as his mind wandered back to the dream.
The sky had swirled with galaxies of green and teal. The stars blindingly bright enough to light the street like it was a cloudy day. The first time Jesper woke up in Kaz’s bedroom in the slat body aching. He had gotten shot on a job. His wounds freshly bandaged courtesy of Nina and Inej. Mine still foggy from the blood loss. As his eyes wander around the room, he flinched at the boy standing at the end of the bed. His eyes were cloudy, swirls of gray and white, the sockets sunken in. He had what was once a head of thick black curls, now falling in out in clumps. Dark freckles dance across his cheekbones and nose bridge, a reminder of something that was tragically human. He wore farm clothes and was all corded muscle, like Kaz, only broader in the shoulders. And his entire body was drenched in water. Dripping from his hair and running down his hollow cheeks and from his cold eyes. A walking corpse that clawed and crawled its way out of the harbor.
“Can you hear me?” the boy asked his voice deep and warped as if he were speaking underwater. Jesper’s eyes widened entire body tensing in preparation for a fight. Fists clenched tight without the familiar weight of his guns, Jesper nodded. The boy was visibly angry but his tone was desperate.
“You will give my brother a message. Word for word. Do not paraphrase or mix it up.”
And then he said, his tone just as desperate but filled with a indescribable grief
‘I’m sorry that I failed you. I love you . And I’m watching you from above .
Jesper bristled. Irritation replacing fear. Who the fuck is this kid demanding he do this for him while he’s bedridden and in pain? “Who are you and why should I do this?” Jesper challenged.
The boy recoiled in surprise. Eyes focusing slightly, as if he were seeing Jesper for the first time. He threw his head back and laughed. A sound that make Jesper’s hairs stand up on edge. Something rabid, vicious, unforgiving; unhuman. It sounded like choking. Like someone choking on water, gasping for air, unable to breathe. And then he said, “ You will do this for me because I am something you cannot explain. As for who I am, my name is Jordie Rietveld and you will give my message to my brother.”
That was how the first dream went. It had followed a job gone wrong. Jesper damn near bled out under Kaz’s hands. The Zemini was too weak to keep pressure on his own wounds. He had woken up in Kaz’s room with Wylan clutching his arms. His fingertips over his pulse even in his sleep. Jesper had chalked it up to a white light hallucination, but after he had the second, the third, and fourth, he couldn’t deny the dream. As the boy and the message began to pound between his ears, day and night, he obsessed over finding this damn kid’s brother but he didn’t know where to start.
Kaz liked to pride himself on being a very observant person. Not that it mattered, Jesper was easy to read unless he was actively lying or bluffing. Anyone who was paying attention would quickly clock onto the fact that something was bothering Jesper. It wasn’t hard to figure out why.
Images flash through Kaz’s mind as someone shoulder-checked him on the street unaware that they were touching Kaz Brekker.
Jesper’s blood, soaked through his gloves, his clothes, coating his skin, as he fought against the waters of his demons to keep the sharpshooter alive. The pale look in Jesper’s eyes contrasted with the little smile he gave as he said it was ok. He begged Kaz, to run, to leave him, if only to save himself. The horrible aching silence as Jesper lurked on death's door, his voice finally draining away with the blood loss. And finally, the bloated corpse of Jordie pressed against him, underneath his hands.
An image from his nightmare.
A violating recreation where Jordie replaced Jesper and Kaz fails them both. Needless to say, Dirtyhands and the little boy trapped within his soul had been very protective of their sharpshooter in recent weeks.
So when Kaz took note of Jesper tailing him while lost in his own thoughts he figured it was the best idea to go to the Crow Club and supply his friend with some alcohol and try to get himself and his brother Sharpshooter back up to par.
As they approached the Crow Club, the big sculpted head mounted above, Kaz breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw Matthias and Rotty by the door and Nina behind the bar with Anika and the other bartenders. Inej and Wylan were nearby among the crowd. They were all here. All his best men within eyesight. He could relax. Have a drink. I can get Jesper to stop curling into himself like someone is gonna hit him at any moment Kaz thought.
#angst#jesper fahey#kaz brekker#soc#wip#wip stuff#inej gafha#matthais helvar#nina zenik#wylan van sunshine#jordie rietveld#kaz has tramua#im coming back from the dead
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Ten Songs Tag Game
Thanks for the tag @wordspin-shares 💜. Let’s see what mood my library is in today, lol.
Rules: Shuffle your library, list 10 songs, and tag 10 people.
Ready to Fall - Rise Against
Factory Girl - The Pretty Reckless
Rescue - Eve 6
Runaway - Avril Lavigne
Entertain You - Within Temptation
Boring - P!nk
Into the Nothing - Breaking Benjamin
New Horizons - Flyleaf
I’d Do Anything - Simple Plan
Why Can’t I? - Liz Phair
Tagging: @scarletnerd05 @fanficanatic-tw @hogwarts-is-my-wonderland @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @residentdormouse @hellotvshowtrash @raith-way @starsandstormyseas @cecesxwickedxocs @curious-kittens-ocs
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Has anyone told you that you’re arguably the best Mikaelson sibling? (And Rebekah ofc)
*blushes* Thank you very much
I like to think it‘s got to do with our wonderful blonde hair
the boys hair isn‘t actually that blonde, not even Nik‘s
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💣 - Hardest part to write for unintended target?
The whole thing! 🙈 I know that seems like a cheat answer but I kid you not I had issues with it the whole time. I was still adjusting my writing to Bucky. The angst of it all came so easily. But writing for a character for the first time has me always second guessing things. 😅
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I want to do more fics based on songs from a Spotify playlist and I have one put together so... 😏
Here it is
You can give character x reader or character x oc if I have an oc paired with them (currently Natasha, Sam and Damon have OC love interests I've created). And if you want to give an idea you can do that too 😊
Tagging some of my moots because I love you 🩷 (if I missed anyone or accidentally tagged you twice I'm at work and I'm sorry 🥹)
@thatfanficstuff @yn-ymn-yln @idkxwriting @imgoingtofreakoutnow @avengerscompound @auroracalisto @sm2020 @dizzydancingdreamer @dumble-daddy @firefly-in-darkness @hellotvshowtrash @heythereangels @kmikaelsonimagines @lady-salvatore @luxeavenger @xoxo-nikki-xoxo @xxwritemeastoryxx @boop-le-snoot @bonniebird @buckycuddlebuddy @nalledimessi @marvelatthetwilight
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noa-olivars -> eleanorsdrea
because do revenge has been my brain rot since last friday and I'm obsessed with them so...
tagging mutual's and whoever else that I want to know are under the cut once again
@qualityplaidturkey @wishallthatiwant @werewolflesbianrobin @elfaoulyyy @enolaholmess @ronancebuckley @ryoryeonggu @reecethegeek @teenagecriminalmastermind @unicorncupcake2005 @indistinctmumblings @angelhummel @angel-starbeam @spideychele @so-sick-of-17 @dragonsareawesome123 @deadlystar @fkevin073 @gay-in-space-5 @homosandhomies @hellotvshowtrash @jochase @lucbian @lysteriaposts @louistomlinsontwo @chasingfictions @couldcarefewer @chaoticwitchlovingreg @biastrid @bylerpoet @thomas-the-goat-of-satan @satellitesunset @super-nova5045 @sunflowerharrington @thesewordsareallihavetogive @lesducks @miraclottie @alwaysfangirlingish @vamperbuffy @natalia-dyer @santinacedes @rhyslahey
#tracking tag is still the same btw (tuserbelovas. that's definitely not gonna change anytime soon)#jaiden rants#url change
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Not the Usual
Steve Harrington x Reader
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Fandom: Stranger Things
Requested: Yes, by @hellotvshowtrash :)
Request: CAB I PLEASE REQUEST A STEVE HARRINGTON FIC I’ve hopped on the stranger things wagon and I’m almost done with season 3. And I love Steve. So. Much 😭😭 so, if I could have some sort of cute fluffy fic I would be delighted 😭❤️
Summary: Y/N and Steve have been friends since they were kids. They grew apart a little in high school when Steve got popular and Y/N didn't like the people he was hanging out with, but they've never been completely estranged. Y/N has had a crush on Steve once or twice while they were growing up, but she never let him know. Now that they've both graduated, however, Steve might finally be feeling the same about his childhood best friend.
Word Count: 2,449
Category: Fluff
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Alright Harrington, it's your turn to deal with the general public," said Robin Buckley as she walked into the back room of Scoops Ahoy. Steve had been sitting at the table back there, flipping through one of Robin's magazines. He didn't look up as she walked in. "Hey!"
Robin closed the distance between her and Steve and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow!"
"I just had to deal with a bunch of middle school queen bees critiquing every single move I made while they all got ice cream! That was real pain."
Steve rolled his eyes, but he flipped the magazine shut anyway. He stood, huffing and groaning and making a big deal of it as he headed to the door from the back room to the ice cream counter.
"Fine. But if Dustin comes in here and needs to work on something, you're going back out there for me."
Robin rolled her eyes and didn't bother responding as she took over Steve's seat at the back of the shop.
Steve tried not to scowl too much as he made his way to the counter, staring out at the store around him. Thankfully, aside from the middle school girls still sitting in one corner of the shop, it wasn't very busy. Steve couldn't keep his attention from drifting, and he was about to start bothering Robin again when a familiar face came through the front doors.
"Y/N!" called Steve, lighting up at the sight of his old friend. They'd been best friends all through elementary school and middle school, but had drifted apart in high school, especially as Steve got more popular and spent more time with people like Carol and Tommy. Still, they'd maintained their friendship in some form or another since they were three years old.
"Hey Steve! How's your day been?"
"Not too bad. Better now though, since you're here."
Y/N melted a little at the words, but smiled brightly at Steve.
"Well, I'm glad I could make it better." The two made eye contact, sharing a look before Steve went back into work mode.
"So, what'll it be?"
"The usual, please."
Steve dropped the ice cream scoop on the counter and gave Y/N a look that said Really?
"The usual, Y/N? Come on, you always get a chocolate ice cream on a sugar cone. In the nineteen years I've known you, I don't think you've ever ordered anything else."
"Okay, first of all, you haven't known me nineteen years. You've known me sixteen. We've barely been alive nineteen." Steve rolled his eyes, but Y/N forged ahead without acknowledging it. "And second of all, I like my chocolate ice cream. Why should I order something else when I already like my regular order so much?"
"I don't know, maybe for the sake of adventure? Come on, let me make you a surprise cone. I bet I can make something you like as much or more than chocolate."
Y/N paused, pursing her lips and giving Steve a critical look up and down. Finally, she sighed.
"Alright, fine. I guess there's no harm in letting you give it a try. On one condition."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
"If I hate it, you pay for it."
"You've got a deal," said Steve, grinning as he grabbed a waffle cone and got to work. He scanned every flavor in the case, then finally decided on a scoop of caramel ribbon on the bottom and a scoop of a chocolate-marshmallow mix on top. He finished it off with some rainbow sprinkles, then grinned broadly as he went to the counter and handed the cone to Y/N. She squinted at it, clearly skeptical, but Steve was having none of that.
"C'mon, you can't judge it until you've tried it."
She huffed and glared at him, but after a beat, she tentatively took a lick of the ice cream.
"Did you get- make sure you get some of the sprinkles in there, too," said Steve, waving his hands around and giving Y/N a teasing smile. She couldn't help smiling back as she let the taste of the ice cream float across her tongue. She pursed her lips, took another bite, then furrowed her eyebrows in silent concentration. Finally, when Steve thought he'd go completely crazy from waiting for her review, she spoke.
"This is actually fantastic."
"Yes!" cried Steve, punching the air. "See, I told you I could make you something you like."
Y/N sighed. "Yeah, alright, you were right." She rolled her eyes, then dropped the act and gave him a smile. "Seriously, thank you. You did great."
"Sure thing, Y/N/N. Glad I could get you to step outside your comfort zone."
"Alright, so how much do I owe you for my new regular order?"
"Nah, don't worry about it. It's on me," said Steve, leaning across the counter a little and giving Y/N a charming smile.
"Steve, no, the deal was I didn't have to pay if it was bad-"
"Y/N, come on. Let me buy you an ice cream. Consider it a thank you for being willing to try whatever nonsense I made up."
Y/N paused for a minute, fixing Steve with a look he'd seen for the past sixteen years, and then she smiled.
"Alright, fine. Thank you for the ice cream."
"You're very welcome."
"I'll see you around?"
"You know it." Steve shot her a playful wink, and she couldn't completely fight off a soft smile as she turned and left the shop. She paused just before rounding the corner of the glass window to the rest of the mall to give Steve a little wave, then she disappeared.
"Holy shit, Harrington." Steve's attention was ripped away from staring after Y/N when Robin came out of the back and clapped her hands on his shoulders. He nearly jumped out of his skin she scared him so bad.
"Geeze, Robin! What the hell?"
"I've been giving you shit all summer for how bad you are at flirting. You've botched it with every girl that's come in here, but you did good with her!"
"What? That's Y/N, I wasn't flirting with her."
Robin gave him an aggressively disbelieving look. "Oh yeah, and I don't work at Scoops Ahoy."
"No, seriously, I've known her since we were kids. I wasn't flirting."
"Yeah, you were, Harrington. But I guess it makes sense now that it went so well, since you weren't trying so embarrassingly hard."
Robin didn't bother waiting for Steve to continue his defense before she sauntered back into the back room, presumably to return to her magazine. Steve shut the shutters allowing her to see him, then glared at the wall as he processed her words. He hadn't been flirting with Y/N, had he?
They'd known each other forever. They were just good friends, that was it. Although, if Steve thought about it, he probably would've given any of his other friends a joke ice cream combination instead something he thought they'd actually like. And she was prettier than his other friends. If the opportunity came up to kiss her, he wouldn't mind...
Steve almost had a heart attack as the realization washed over him. He whirled around to look after where Y/N had disappeared, although she was long gone now. Out of everyone he'd known in almost twelve years of school, she was the only one (other than those involved in the Hawkins craziness) that he had any interest in still talking to.
He'd figured she was just a cooler person than all the rest of them. And she was. But thanks to Robin, he had to admit there was something else to it, too.
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Y/N had wanted to go back to Scoops Ahoy the day after Steve made his specialty ice cream cone, but she'd gotten bogged down in college preparations and family stuff, so she couldn't. The day after that, however, she made a point of making time to go back.
Steve had been a good friend for a long time, and on and off during the past few years, she'd had a crush on him. He'd gone through a pretty bad douchebag stage in high school, and had been head over heels for Nancy Wheeler until recently, so she'd tried her best to push those feelings to the side. Still, that didn't mean she shouldn't go visit him now, especially with Nancy dating Johnathan and Steve's douchebag stage (mostly) behind him.
It was certainly hard to be posturing and arrogant when you wore the uniform Steve had to wear every day.
Y/N suppressed a laugh at the sight of Steve in said uniform as she walked into the ice cream shop. Like the last time she'd been in, the shop was thankfully not very busy, which meant it'd be easier for her to talk to him.
Or at least, that's what she thought as she headed up to the counter. As soon as she got within a few feet and Steve noticed her, he went from the guy she'd always known into an absolute mess.
"Ahoy there, Y/N!" he said, whirling around and almost falling in the process. He grimaced at himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
"Hey, Steve..." Y/N said. She quickly scanned her childhood friend up and down, looking for any obvious cause of the behavior like a glaring head injury. When she didn't find anything, she continued. "What's up? How's your day been?"
"Oh, you know. The usual," he said, leaning forward on the counter and fixing her with a look like he had something in his eye. Y/N just stared at him for a few beats, blinking at him and trying to take everything in. It just got worse.
"Alright Steve, what the hell is going on with you?" she demanded. Steve spluttered, no quick response coming to the tip of his tongue like it usually did. Y/N just stared.
"What, uh, what do you mean? I'm just taking in the sights... and... everything," he said. He stared right at Y/N, but the look in his eyes said he was deep in his thoughts, yelling at himself for his own stupidity.
"Are you drunk or something? At work?" Y/N hissed, leaning in to whisper lest one of Steve's bosses hear. Steve looked confused and a little bit panicked, but before things could get really out of hand, Robin poked her head out of the back.
"He's flirting with you," she said, not bothering to beat around the bush for Steve's sake. Steve and Y/N both whirled to face her, matching expressions of shock on their faces. "And he's doing a shit job of it, like with every girl he's tried to flirt with all summer."
"Robin-!" Steve hissed, but she shut the door with a smile and went back to hiding in the back before he could start shouting.
"Steve, is she for real? Were you flirting with me?" asked Y/N, not quite able to believe it. The terrified, mortified expression on Steve's face a heartbeat later was enough to convince her, though. "That was you flirting?"
Y/N couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. She couldn't keep it together enough to form words, but when she saw the heartbroken expression on Steve's face, she found a way to force out a sentence between laughs.
"I'm sorry Steve, I don't want to embarrass you. It's just... what the hell happened to Steve "The Hair" Harrington? You were the smoothest guy in the whole high school, and this is how you flirt?"
"I've been told I've lost my touch lately," mumbled Steve, a backwards glare shot to the closed shutters Robin was hiding behind.
"Yeah, I think I'd have to agree," Y/N wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye as she finally calmed down. "You know, when I thought about what it'd be like to have you flirt with me, it was never anything like that."
Steve grimaced, but the expression was quickly replaced by one of interest as he leaned closer to Y/N. He had a little more confidence back in his posture and voice when he spoke.
"You thought about me flirting with you?"
Now it was Y/N's turn to go bright red with embarrassment.
"Uh... well, maybe, once or twice. When you weren't in your insufferable douchey jock phase."
"Like now?"
"...Yeah, like now."
"Y/N Y/L/N," Steve began, making a big show of fixing Y/N with the look that had worked on countless girls at Hawkins High. The confidence swelled in his chest. "My oldest and dearest friend. Would you like to go on a date with me?"
Y/N smiled, even as she felt the heat rising to her cheeks.
"Yeah, Steve. I would."
"Great," said Steve, his face breaking into a much more genuine smile. "I get off at three. Meet me here, and we'll go get some coffee or something?"
"Sounds perfect," Y/N replied. Steve grinned back at her, the confidence clearly starting to boarder on arrogance, so before she could think too much, Y/N pushed up on the counter and leaned across the distance between her and Steve to give him a quick kiss.
Just like that, Steve melted. He stared at her like he'd seen a ghost as she pulled back, smiling all the while.
"I'll see you in a few hours, Steve," she said, giving him a perky wave as she backed towards the exit of the shop. "And don't worry. I like it when you're cute and awkward."
Steve could only stare after her as she disappeared around a corner into the rest of the mall. Slowly, he brought his hand up to his lips, not quite believing his childhood best friend and new date had really just kissed him in the middle of Scoops Ahoy.
"Well, I guess I have to mark a point on the whiteboard for Harrington now," sighed Robin, popping back out through the shutters with absolutely no sympathy for Steve. "Although, if we're really being honest, it was way more of a point for Y/N."
Steve huffed a laugh before turning to his coworker.
"I hate that stupid whiteboard."
"I know," said Robin with a grin. "That's why I keep it. Maybe I'll show it to Y/N when she gets back. I'm sure she'd get a kick out of it."
Steve just reached over and closed the shutters, forcing Robin to go back into the back room or get caught in the middle. He knew it would only buy him momentary peace, but he wasn't too worried about taking Robin's teasing for the rest of the day.
He had a hell of a bright spot to look forward to at the end of his shift, after all.
#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things imagine#stranger things one shot#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington one shot#1980s#Hawkins Indiana#steve harrington fluff#stranger things season 3#scoops ahoy#robin buckley#steve harrington fic#stranger things x reader#joe keery#dustin henderson#starcourt mall
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hi, all. i am going to be deactivating this blog at the end of the weekend.
i hope that will give mutuals who are interested enough time to message me and find the blog i’m moving to. it should also give me time to ensure that all of my fics get moved over to ao3 (or at least to make sure that i have copies).
thanks,
ilana <3
tagging some mutuals who i think might want to know:
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i’m gonna add to this list later so if you’re not on it it’s not personal i’m just overwhelmed!
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Summary: Eddie comforts you
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (can be read as romantic or platonic)
Warnings: crying
A/N: I'm feeling incredibly shitty right now and I wish Eddie Munson could hug me. Enjoy <3
Tags: @hellotvshowtrash @yn-ymn-yln @auroracalisto
You knocked on the Munson's trailer door. You knew Eddie was going to be alone, his uncle worked all afternoon that day.
You didn't want him to see you like that.
When Eddie opened the door, you didn't wait for him to greet you or for his eyes to widen in confusion and fear seeing your tears. You simply jumped in his arms, tightening your grip on his shirt as tears streamed down your cheeks.
He held you back, keeping you from slipping away, his hands moving on your back and caressing the nape of your neck. It wasn't enough to stop your tears yet but it was a start.
"It's okay, it's okay. You're alright," he whispered, his mouth pressed against the top of your head. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
You shook your head, pulling him closer.
"That's alright. Want to share some hot chocolate? I know you love it when I make it with the secret Munson's recipe."
You took a deep breath then moved away slightly, enough to look Eddie in his eyes, and nodded. Eddie smiled.
"Alright then."
He kissed your forehead and then guided you inside, never taking one arm off your shoulders.
You leaned in his touch, wiping away some of your tears as the smell of chocolate warmed your soul. That's where your true home was.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things s4#stranger things fanfiction
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fic concept that I'm not sure ill ever write
part of the whumtober series I never wrote, one of the few that weren't SoC, Prompt: Coma
Taglist: feel free to ask to be added or removed
@imgoingtofreakoutnow @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @transgendercannibal @xxwritemeastoryxx @hellotvshowtrash @dizzydancingdreamer
Tony doesn't died at the end of endgame, his arc reactor turns of but Peter's super hearing picks up the weak pulse no one else can detect. Tony is rushed to a hospital/medbay (if its still standing), in the years following Stark tower is rebuilt and its decided that Tony will be announced dead so the press stop prying despite him being alive but in a coma. Harley comes to New York and him and Peter bond, they are brothers now, similar to Tony and Rhodes, (this relationship is based off an Ao3 fic/series called a motley crew by orphan_account. the last installment was in 2020 but i hold it with my little hands as my brains spins is around like a microwave)
Tony is stable and at home in the Stark Tower, Peter is practically his sole caretaker since everyone is grieving/has given up over the years.
Peter buries himself into tinkering and passes through a few toxic relationships, he becomes more and more like Tony every day. All the way down to the drinking and self isolating. Every one is worried about him. He is "retroactively" adopted. When tony was declared dead they found out Harley and Peter were written into his will. May died during the events of Infinity war/Endgame. It's decided peter will just stay with Pepper and she legally becomes his guardian.
One day Harley gets fed up and confronts Peter about his spiral. (No one told Harley Tony was still alive, He wants peter to stop being consumed by his grief and to live in a way that would make tony proud) Peter gets angry and defends his choices. they have a "falling out" (they've never argued like this and don't speak to each other for 2 weeks) somewhere in the midst of all of this Peter realizes no one told Harley and brings him down to see Tony
Harley is angry/happy/still grieving and notices Tony has more that just Saline in the IV. He asks peter what the other infusions are
Peter shyly explains that he didn't know what kind of pain he would be in (peter can't or wont say tony's name) so he was giving him a sedative/painkiller to numb anything that would be there.
Harley cusses him out to kingdom come and demands tony be taken off it.
"He's not in a fucking coma because of his injuries you fucking dumbass! His in a coma because you have him heavily fucking sedated!"
Tony is taken off the meds and, albeit slowly, starts to wake up
It takes lots of therapy (for everyone involved) but their found family (including the avengers (after many many many apologies)) heals and comes back together. Tony is weaker than before and his superhero days are behind him but he spends the rest of his life with his children. and they all lived happily ever after. the end
#marvel#irondad and spiderson#harley keener#peter parker#pepper potts#tony is a dad figure#whumptober#wip#wip stuff#idk man
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